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now that natlan is going to release and capitano will have more scenes, I can't wait to see this man's fanfics and headcanons growing more and more, feed me with capitano's stuff

I love messy painting style :3

sometimes you just have to let yourself be a bit neurodivergent.

i hate going out, it gives me a lot of anxiety and sensory input that i dont like, and i am often forced to talk to people.

so i do this thing on more difficult days, or sometimes just for fun, where i "bring a fictional character with me". i walk and imagine Fictional Character walking next to me. they talk to me, reassure me, hype me up, whatever i need them to do.

today dean winchester came christmas shopping with me. he went over the list with me of stuff i needed to get, told me i was doing a good job every time i finished in a certain shop, reminded me to take a deep breath when i got a little overwhelmed.

and yea. its kinda silly. and i know its just me talking to myself in a different voice, but it Works! especially since all of my special interests/hyperfixations tend to be tv/movie related.

so do what you gotta do to Get Shit Done. stop holding yourself to neurotypical standards. if you need Fictional Character to tell you you're doing a good job, do it! if you need Favourite Singer to walk you to school, do it! yea it might feel silly but you're literally fighting against your own brain to get stuff done every single day. you can have a little self indulgent daydream, as a treat.

I hate that I found this 2 days after my birthday. I love this so muchhh 💞

GENSHIN IMPACT

Genre: Fluff/Humor

Character: DOTTORE

Of wishes and explosions

Somebody was going to be killed.

You glared at the dead frog, which had been waiting for you all morning, chilling on your desk. You grimaced, frowning at the small red droplets staining the polished wood while the gears in your mind turned and turned, trying to identify the culprit. Suddenly, you felt your fingers twitching.

Needless to say, it didn’t take long to connect the dots.

So, there you were, angrily stomping in the halls, feet leading to the school laboratory. Its dull white walls greeted you with the scent of chemicals and powders along with the razor toothy smile of your (self-proclaimed) science partner. You never agreed to be his working companion, but somehow the other students decided you were the perfect sacrificial victim for the crazy prodigy. He didn’t mind the arrangement, you did.

You marched right in front of him, already blowing a fuse. Ruby eyes peered curiously at your menacing aura through the half mask.

“Why was there a dead frog on my desk?”

He smiled wider, you tried to keep calm.

“Why? You didn’t like it?”

You huffed, before shaking your head.

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The teacher’s voice was drowned by the shuffling of fabric and the clinking of glass. Your partner grabbed some slime concentrate and an energy nectar.

“Wait- these aren’t the right materials-” he shushed you with a wave of his hand.

“Who said we are doing the assignment.”

“But-”

Your words were interrupted by his sigh, wordlessly, he passed you a small vial with blue liquid. “Take it, I’ve already done it.”

You stared at him, baffled.

“When?”

“An hour ago- he said disinterested before grabbing a red powder from one of the shelves -now, watch, we’re going to blow something up”

You widened your eyes, watching him calmly mixing the two ingredients as if he didn’t just say he would create an explosion on school grounds.

“No, you aren’t going to do anything dangerous. We could be expelled.”

He dismissed your worries with a shake of his head. Your nerves twitched at his audacity. 

It wasn’t the first time that Dottore (it wasn’t his real name, but he always insisted on being called that) completed the assignment beforehand and decided to do whatever he wanted. And though you always wanted no part in his shenanigans you couldn’t help but watch every time. Your blue-haired (again, self-proclaimed) friend tinkered with the sticky substance. Feeling your gaze on him, he gave you a sharp grin and proceeded to mix the nefarious liquid with some unidentified ingredient you didn’t even know existed.

He then poured the deadly mix into a bubble shaped glass he had pulled out of his bag just five minutes before. He let it rest for a few seconds before turning on the small stove at the base, creating a small and joyful flame.

The liquid stirred and before you could even blink, small fireworks exploded in the top part of the glass bowl. Their colourful sparks melding into a bright “Happy Birthday” sign.

Dottore smirked, arms crossed on his chest and chin proudly in the air at the sight of your widened irises, reflecting the small fires.

[e-c] met with ruby. 

You smiled.

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“Can I blow up something, now?”

“No-”

Announcements🤤

7/Jun/24

Im Back! Test results wasnt that good... Expect me to be uploading atleast 6 fanfic this year :3

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

What if?

Dottore does your makeup

Like imagine this, what if dottore isn't the stinky toxic smell scientist he is. What if he was the opposite. Since he likes knowledge so much who knows? maybe he got curious and learned how to apply makeup for himself. Different segments of his apply makeup differently, like the youngest would mess up on the eyeliner or not so heavy. While the oldest or the newest segments of his, some of them apply it heavy or more experienced

Now what if he got into a relationship with a person who doesnt have a clue with makeup like.

"So you put blush first?" You asked, with little to no knowledge in makeup.

"No you put Primer first, before that you need to put on Concealer. Not only that you-"and he goes on rambling.

Not only did he help you apply, but he also reccomended good ones that fits you. Like lipstick or concealer colors! If there arent that fit you, he'll make one himself! he isnt called a scientist for nothing.

END OF MY THOUGHTS BYE

I will defend this hc w my life

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𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

After months of unsucceful attempts getting employed, Reader felt burnout and thinks its the end of their future. Keegan comes by accidentally to give them the comfort they need.

Pairings : Keegan P.Russ x GN!Reader

comfort,fluff

💌🦋A/N: I need comfort from work so I wrote this. Didn't check much mistakes so bare me if theres any you find :3

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On the sofa you sat, blankets covering your back and a pillow on your lap. The light emits from the laptop ever so slowly burning your eyes. You scrolled through your emails, hoping to find that one acceptance letter for a job. But alas there was none.

The only background music you have is muffled rain. You can't help but feel anxious about how ruined your future will be when your work flow is like this. Being a procrastinator, unmotivated at some days, and having the worst mental swings affecting greatly on your progress. Your felt tears drying on your face, maybe you should do something to get the stress off your mind. You sat up, blanket dropped on the couch. Making your way to the kitchen to brew some nice hot coffee.

After a while, a sudden knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. You looked over to the clock on the wall

10:30

At this time really? Who could possibly come here this late. You made your way to the door being slightly annoyed at the ruined silence. “Hey, it's raining hard outside. Mind I stay here for a while kid?" It was Keegan, your old pal. “Can’t you just wait downstairs in the lounge area?" You gave him a irritated look. "I would, but since you're here why cant I come over and say hi instead" He grins. You wouldn’t call him a friend really, more of an acquaintance. You sighed and let him in, "Don't go anywhere you're dripping wet" . You swiftly went over to the bathroom and handed Keegan back a towel to dry him off.

As he dried himself, he sat comfortably on the couch, taking most of the space all to himself. His gaze flickered between the messes on the coffee table and your laptop. "Still no luck applying for a job?" Keegan asked, you sighed nodding, "degree going to waste.." Keegan just chuckled at your words. "Don't say that, I know you will get one sooner or later. You just haven't found the right one" You shrugged at keegans words, while cleaning the mess on the desk “I know.. but the bills say otherwise.”

When you finished cleaning the mess, he scooted over abit to make room for you, patting the empty spot. You suddenly had that surge of sadness again, trying your best not to burst into tears right here and then.

"Wanna watch a show to get off your mind?" ‘This dude just came in randomly interrupting me in the middle of a crying session and decided to watch TV?? Of course my answer is no-’ "Sure, pick any" He goes over to the remote and selects a show to watch.

In the midst of watching the show, somehow you and Keegan were snuggling together. Your head laying beside his side, crossing arms to keep at least some private space. He can't help but notice how you tear up every so often. He wondered how long you have been stressing about work.

A few minutes past, you fell asleep while Keegan was still wide awake. He gently lay you down on the sofa, covering you with a blanket. He stayed by your side till the rain died down. As time passed, the rain started to stop. He went over to you one last time and planted a kiss on your forehead. "I'm proud of you, seeing how far you’ve come" He stood up and made his way out. The moment Keegan turned his back and face towards the door, a small thug on his arm stopped him.

"Mind you, stay here for a while?"

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